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MY VISIT TO THE WORLD EROTIC ART MUSEUM IN MIAMI 6-4-2010
On Friday, I spent the day in Miami…. I can fly on employee passes, because my wife works for Delta,
so flew from Minneapolis down Friday morning and back Friday evening…. It was a long day of travel…
I got on the bus at McKnight Rd and Stillwater road at 5:20 a.m. and got to Miami around noon…
it was very hot in Miami and raining off and on, so very humid… when I stepped out of the air
conditioning, my glasses fogged up… like they do on a cold day in Minnesota when I go INDOORS!
Anyway, I got a car and drove across the city to Miami Beech, circled the block for 15 minutes until I found
a parking place, $15 in a small lot a block from the Atlantic Ocean… and walked over to 1205 Washington Ave.
where the World Erotic Art Museum is located… the doorway opens from the sidewalk to an elevator that took
me to the museum which is on the second floor…
The museum contains the personal collection of Naomi Wilzig and a very large and impressive collection
it is…. There is some very fine art in the collection. My favorites were the Japanese erotic watercolors….
I am not a student of oriental art, but those things are very beautiful and make the erotic acts portrayed
seem the most lovely and natural of activities… the work by major artists does stand out, especially George
Grosz, a few small but very nice Picassos, and a Klimt lithograph… some of the other work is less mainstream
including some compelling illustration type works by Tom of Finland, Frazetta and numerous precise delineators
of stylish women, mostly women… in playboy type of pose, situation, etc. I always enjoy detailed and carefully
rendered art and so enjoyed all of this very much… and although some is not of the highest artistic quality
and some veers in the direction of folk art, the various Western, which is to say American, views of
sexuality are interesting… especially that so much of the imagery is so woman centered… i.e. men
voyeuristically looking at and delighting in naked sexually aroused and available women…
The older European works seemed more natural but were generally scenes, it seemed from brothels…
so again it was very woman centered, in that it was the view of males looking at women…
sexually available women or scenes arousing to the men… but, it did feel like here, finally
were all of the sex scenes left out, for example of Dickens or Keats. The actual act of coitus…
yes, those people wearing those clothes did the same stuff as all other people in other
times and in other places to get the stick in the slit…
And the other places is where the collection goes from interesting to amazing… a large portion
of the collection is small sculptures and pictures collected from all over the world showing sex
acts and sexually related figures… wow, it is so amazing to see these images from myriad times
and places, some so far removed from our little technocracy, with this whole business of sexuality
being a point of tangency… yes, I can related to the longings and desires, the pain or rejection
the pleasure of acceptance, the ecstasy of orgasm, the hunger, thirst, humor, love, wit and animal
basicness of these horny, rutting, men and women with their sex dicks dongs penises weenises peters
joy sticks pussies cunts beavers frogs honeypots twats tits breasts gozongas beezooms and assholes
waving in the breeze, or busily engaged in those few simple rubbings that lead to the big O…
so sought by all of us throughout the ages… little gizmoes where the music box would make
a couple fuck by mechanical means, his gigantic wang slipping into her happy box smoother
than Ericka Jong’s zipperless fuck… dildoes in all shapes and sizes made of green jade,
ivory, stone, metal and wood showing, I’m afraid that us men are not maybe quite as
indispensible as we often think we are…. A huge bed with gigantic phallic bedposts
carved with the kuma sutra, small pictures of rajahs and ranis getting it on…
black velvet paintings with enormous breasted women or Marilyn Monroe Madonna
feeding our celebrity hunger and the American male’s extreme need for a nice fat tit to suck…
Well, this is a cool museum and deserves far more than the few hours I was able to devote to it…
I walked out onto the hot wet Miami Beach sidewalk feeling rejuvenated somehow, very positive…
this sex stuff is part of us all and not nearly as big or scary a deal as it so often seems
in the USA. If the human is an animal, well he and she are animals of great enormous beauty
and interest and if us and our ancestors breed like jackrabbits and fuck like mink, well those
are not the worst things we can do… and getting each other off is actually maybe the closest
to heaven any of us will ever get…
Norman J. Olson is a 59 year old poet, artist and civil service worker.
Since publishing his first poem in 1984, after many years of submission and rejection, he has
published hundreds of poems and drawings in 15 countries and all over the USA. He worked
in a factory printing telephone books from 1968 to 1988 and since then has worked at civil service clerical jobs.
Email: Norman J. Olson
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